Found Objects.
There is a house on Cider Hill Road in New Hampshire that my father used to work on. It was a beautiful old farm house from the 1700s. We used to go to work with my Pop and he would pay us $1.50 an hour to paint the place. A man named Sam Knight owned it and would only come up from Massachusetts on occasion. It kind of felt like it belonged to us because we spent so much time up there, and it remains a very special place for myself and my family. During this trip home, I went to visit the old house, and it is really in shambles. The main part has been torn down and the remaining building is in bad shape. While I was there, I found a jar and filled it with some random items that were strewn about. A time capsule of sorts. A symbolic way to tuck away some sacred memories for safe keeping.
An old photo Silas took a few years ago while the house was still standing:
What it looks like currently: